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Dec. 20th, 2004 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm home.
I thought it would be more relaxing than this. No worries about roommates or getting to class on time or doing homework, just lounging about in bed and making tea and vacuuming. Hanging out with friends. I don't wake up with stomachaches or guilt anymore--those come later in the day when I'm fully conscious and eating and staring out the window at birds and wishing I had something I needed to be doing so that I could be properly stressed. I feel like I'm wasting my time doing nothing.
Chanukah was nice, though. The party was fun--I got to see relatives that I didn't know existed, people that are related to me vaguely through being second cousins of great-aunts or something. Mishpocheh, I think is the word in Yiddish. I'm probably related to every Jew in the Detroit area, somewhere along the line.
We had the gift swap, which is my favorite part of the party. Everyone puts in a gift, unlabeled, wrapped, costs $20 or more. Then everyone takes a number. #1 gets to pick and unwrap a present, #2 gets to pick another one and trade with #1 if they like, and so on down the line until we get back to #1 who can swap with anyone else. There's usually one present that gets handed around like a drunken 15-year-old at a frat party--this year it was a bottle of Crown Royal. I got a David Bowie poster.
Daniel and Ben and Boyd came over, which was very very nice. We hung out, listened to Elton John records, beat up my little brother and some other assorted small children, played dreidel, made me happy. These are people I want to hang out with for the rest of my life. Forget marriage, I have friends.
Even the ones I've never met in real life--you guys know who you are, and if you don't, then you do now. All of you. Yes, you. Specifically you, in fact. It turns out--and this holds true--that the less you think people need you, the more they actually do. Keep that in mind.
On the fanfic front, my vignettes have mutated. One of them turned into an AU thriller which involves intellectual paranoia and scientific ideas right out of a Rudy Rucker story (Rudy Rucker sez: Silly scientists, math is for hippies), one of them turned into an insight into my own artistic process and why I'll never be completely satisfied with what I write and why that's a good thing (all to be revealed in the story), and one of them has turned into a diatribe about time travel and the past and why you can't change it, really, and is even more personal than I intended it to be. I need to organize that one, get in a nice weird frame of mind and just scribble it down. I also need to at least start on my Marty/Marty one so that the person who I most want to see it can see it--maybe it will convince him to stay online. (Right.)
Interestingly, Kristen Whatsername the BNF seems to respond to every story that you post in her fanfic community. So far, anyway. I want to test this. I have a plotbunny about George being paranoid and overimaginative in regards to Lorraine's fidelity and Marty's sex life that should turn out to be nicely twisted...
I have posted a few other things in the vanilla comm, mostly answers to her surveys. They're weird answers, some of them, but it makes me feel like I'm committing adultery when I do post there. Maybe I should start putting surveys in
bttf_slash? Would anybody answer them? Stargurl posts in my own community more than I do. I am a bad mod.
Question I need answered: When writing a present fic/poem for someone, is it proper online etiquette to post it on their LJ in comments, or post it on your own and link to it from their comments, or post it on FFN or a fan community and link, or just send to to them over E-mail? Assuming I find the file, which I may not do until the 10th because I was dumb and left my floppies in my dorm.
I thought it would be more relaxing than this. No worries about roommates or getting to class on time or doing homework, just lounging about in bed and making tea and vacuuming. Hanging out with friends. I don't wake up with stomachaches or guilt anymore--those come later in the day when I'm fully conscious and eating and staring out the window at birds and wishing I had something I needed to be doing so that I could be properly stressed. I feel like I'm wasting my time doing nothing.
Chanukah was nice, though. The party was fun--I got to see relatives that I didn't know existed, people that are related to me vaguely through being second cousins of great-aunts or something. Mishpocheh, I think is the word in Yiddish. I'm probably related to every Jew in the Detroit area, somewhere along the line.
We had the gift swap, which is my favorite part of the party. Everyone puts in a gift, unlabeled, wrapped, costs $20 or more. Then everyone takes a number. #1 gets to pick and unwrap a present, #2 gets to pick another one and trade with #1 if they like, and so on down the line until we get back to #1 who can swap with anyone else. There's usually one present that gets handed around like a drunken 15-year-old at a frat party--this year it was a bottle of Crown Royal. I got a David Bowie poster.
Daniel and Ben and Boyd came over, which was very very nice. We hung out, listened to Elton John records, beat up my little brother and some other assorted small children, played dreidel, made me happy. These are people I want to hang out with for the rest of my life. Forget marriage, I have friends.
Even the ones I've never met in real life--you guys know who you are, and if you don't, then you do now. All of you. Yes, you. Specifically you, in fact. It turns out--and this holds true--that the less you think people need you, the more they actually do. Keep that in mind.
On the fanfic front, my vignettes have mutated. One of them turned into an AU thriller which involves intellectual paranoia and scientific ideas right out of a Rudy Rucker story (Rudy Rucker sez: Silly scientists, math is for hippies), one of them turned into an insight into my own artistic process and why I'll never be completely satisfied with what I write and why that's a good thing (all to be revealed in the story), and one of them has turned into a diatribe about time travel and the past and why you can't change it, really, and is even more personal than I intended it to be. I need to organize that one, get in a nice weird frame of mind and just scribble it down. I also need to at least start on my Marty/Marty one so that the person who I most want to see it can see it--maybe it will convince him to stay online. (Right.)
Interestingly, Kristen Whatsername the BNF seems to respond to every story that you post in her fanfic community. So far, anyway. I want to test this. I have a plotbunny about George being paranoid and overimaginative in regards to Lorraine's fidelity and Marty's sex life that should turn out to be nicely twisted...
I have posted a few other things in the vanilla comm, mostly answers to her surveys. They're weird answers, some of them, but it makes me feel like I'm committing adultery when I do post there. Maybe I should start putting surveys in
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Question I need answered: When writing a present fic/poem for someone, is it proper online etiquette to post it on their LJ in comments, or post it on your own and link to it from their comments, or post it on FFN or a fan community and link, or just send to to them over E-mail? Assuming I find the file, which I may not do until the 10th because I was dumb and left my floppies in my dorm.
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Date: 2004-12-20 05:20 am (UTC)I do think surveys could be fun, though. I'd have fun answering 'em, at least.
When writing a present fic/poem for someone, is it proper online etiquette to post it on their LJ in comments, or post it on your own and link to it from their comments, or post it on FFN or a fan community and link, or just send to to them over E-mail?
Pretty much all of the above seems to work. I've cross-posted giftfics before, but if it's for a specific challenge I often just leave what I wrote in the comments. Whatever you want to do, really, generally works. So long as the intended recipient knows about it.
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Date: 2004-12-21 09:58 pm (UTC)The survey that you created for ours, by the way, is most impressive--I had some fairly lame questions planned that I shall have to save for another time. I shall answer yours as soon as I can think up something interesting to say.
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Date: 2004-12-21 11:46 pm (UTC)The survey that you created for ours, by the way, is most impressive
Haha... I'm glad you like it. I was mostly in a mood to be sort of snarky and random. I felt sort of guilty posting it and inflicting it on others. :3
I'm...
Date: 2004-12-20 08:26 am (UTC)And...glad you're home and enjoying yourself. Even gladder that you're not having the guilt/stomachaches.
Also, thanks for adding
Re: I'm...
Date: 2004-12-21 09:59 pm (UTC)I'm gonna peruse what you've already posted as soon as I get a free hour on the computer--at this point I don't have enough time to do anything except skim.
Re: I'm...
Date: 2004-12-21 10:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-20 12:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-21 09:56 pm (UTC)By frontpage do you mean your userinfo or your homepage?
And it's interesting that you said that about being sherlock holmes. Why that is interesting I will say later...